Well, he's home! Hurrah!

He had a good three flights, all on time and no problems. Of course his poor mum and all the rest of the family were in floods of tears to see him go.

His brother-in-law Mohammed presented him with a lovely white cotton African set of loose trousers and long smock, embroidered in grey. (White is for mourning) He wore it for the journey, but while it's comfortable in 35 degrees, he was frozen stiff at Paris and Amsterdam. By the time he got off the plane at Norwich Airport it was only 10 degrees and the poor soul was shivering.

He'd been travelling all night, so had a quick shower, swallowed his dinner and fell into bed. He's still there, sound-o.
It's so good to have him back.

All the lovely people on here really kept my spirits up with support and condolences. Big hugs to all!